Mom's Pocket

I remember fairy tale stories
All that magic and scary things
I remember freshness of the berries That we used to steal
From our garden
From our mom's pocket

Give me the reason
Why I should leave this place? Give me the time of joy

I still see the marvelous pictures
That you made in golden field
I'm still running from your crazy anger I'll give you back your secrets toys From your room
From brother's pocket

So give me the reason
Why I should leave this place? Give me the time of joy



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Rodriguez
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